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Sandra. I'm in a
rush, I'm sorry, Tom.

I left a couple of messages
on your phone. Four, actually.

Yeah. You're avoiding
me. I've just been very busy.

"You've been busy".
We're family, Sandra.

You're the only blood relative
I have left. I'm sorry, Tom.

He's in the room with us now.

He's standing just
behind you, Victoria.

Vicky.

Oh, he's frowning.

I don't think he liked you
shortening your name, did he?

He hated it. He
seems agitated again.

It's as if he can't
relax, can't settle.

Because of this
unfinished business?

I think so, yeah.

He says he needs your help.

He needs you to
help him put it right.

Now he's holding up his hand.

There's a key in it. This
is what he did last time.

What does this key look like?
Look, I must ask you to remain silent.

The connection to the spirit
world is always tenuous.

What does the key mean?

I'm not sure... he seems to
think that you might know.

Look, I don't think he's at all happy
that there is a stranger in the room.

We need to know what
happened the night he died.

No, no.

I'm sorry. He's moving
into the darkness.

Perhaps next time.

If this "unfinished business" refers to
the burglary, it means it wasn't random.

My father was targeted, which
makes his death murder, doesn't it?

I'd like a word with mr Carter
in private, please, Vicky.

Ok.

Thank you, again.

Pleasure.

You're a policewoman.

Detective superintendent.
You were less than honest.

Coming from you, mr Carter...

You're sceptical. That's
an occupational hazard.

Much of what I do seems
outlandish, I understand that.

Actually, taking money from
gullible people is quite commonplace.

Don't worry, what you're doing isn't
illegal, although it probably should be.

I'm only here to evaluate whether there's any new
evidence concerning the death of miss Anderson's father.

I don't think what you have
to say qualifies as evidence.

You lost someone who
means a... I'm not gullible.

Been gone a while now.

Your father?

This kind of cheap
parlour trick...

He's disappointed.

There's someone you
should be closer to.

It's a sibling.

There's someone
you've neglected.

♪ It's all right, it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day... ♪

Douglas Anderson,
a wealthy financier

who made his money
in investment banking

in Hong Kong.

He retired and moved back to
england with his family in 1997

when Hong Kong was
handed back to the Chinese.

About 18 months ago,

mr Anderson returned to
his house in knightsbridge

after a late dinner, where it
appears, he surprised an intruder.

A struggle ensued and Anderson sustained
several blows to the face and body.

According to the coroner, he
suffered a fatal heart attack,

but had a pre-existing heart condition.
So the death wasn't necessarily deliberate?

There's no way to know.

Apparently there was a
wealth of physical evidence,

fingerprints at the scene, but the original
investigation failed to identify the intruder.

He had no known enemies. Maybe
just at the wrong place at the wrong time?

A couple of days ago, Victoria
Anderson, the victim's daughter,

claimed to have uncovered new evidence suggesting
that this burglary may not have been random.

And if that's the case, then perhaps
his death wasn't accidental, either.

Vicky had been in contact
with this man, Sebastian Carter.

Carter is a
clairvoyant, a psychic.

He says that he'd been in touch with
Anderson's spirit and that Anderson

had unfinished business which he wished Vicky
to conclude for him before he could find peace.

Chuckling yes, I know.

This is the bloke you went
to see yesterday? Yeah. And?

And I don't know.

You don't know if he's really talking
to the dead or not(?) Well, he could be.

Excuse me?

No, no, no. I was on a
case in the '80s. '84, I think.

And we knew this bloke had offed his wife, right,
but we couldn't prove it, cos there was no body.

Well, one of the team brought in a mate
of his who was into this clairvoyance stuff

and he pinpointed
where she was buried.

How?

Well, she told him, apparently,
you know, from the other side.

You're not buying
any of this stuff, Jack?

Well, of course
I'm not, are you?

Carter was...

Some of the things
he said... Like what?

He was quite impressive.
He's a conman.

I'm not saying he's
not a good one.

But what these people
do is just cold reading.

Cold reading? Educated guesses based on your
body language, your appearance and whatever.

I mean, for example, one
glance at Brian and I can tell you

that he had
porridge this morning.

How did you know that?

It's all down your front.

All right, these so-called
clairvoyants are impressive,

but come on... Don't
let's kid ourselves.

What, you think there
might be something in this?

No, course not. Don't be silly.

It's just... There was something that
Carter said during the consultation.

He said that he could see Anderson standing
in the room with us and that Anderson... wait.

..Anderson was holding a key in his
hand and somehow this key was significant.

What kind of key? I don't know,
but the point is, Anderson's body

was found on the floor of his
study and it was surrounded by keys.

It appears that the intruder found
Anderson's key-ring in his pocket

and was trying to open desk drawers
and various cabinets in the room.

And none of this was made
public at the time? No. Lucky guess.

Why would you guess a
key? Because it's general!

It might not be a physical key, it
might be a key to a code or a keyword.

It's open to interpretation.

That's how these people work.
Maybe he did know something.

Oh, don't you start.

No, no, look, what I am saying
is, maybe this Carter character

knew something about the burglary, but is pretending
that he's being told by a ghost? That's interesting.

Yeah, yeah, it is.

Shouldn't be too
difficult to prove, either.

I met him at a
dinner, a charity thing.

I can't even remember
what it was for now.

There was a drinks reception
before we sat down to eat

and I fell into conversation
with mr Carter about my work.

You're a photographer?

Yeah. Wildlife mostly.

It was a hobby that became
a job. Those are mine.

Heron island, on the great
barrier reef. It's an amazing place.

My dad bought a holiday
home there when I was a kid.

I went back there last year, after
he died, to get my head together.

Those were all taken then.

Ha! A noddy tern!

It's a kind of bird.

Whoa!

(Sorry.) (Sit down!)

Sebastian Carter?

Yes, sorry.

I was talking to him at this drinks
thing, when he suddenly told me

he could see my father,
standing right behind me.

And you believed
him? Yes, I did.

He said that your father seemed agitated? He said
that he was unable to find rest, that he had some

kind of unfinished business that
needed to be taken care of first.

What unfinished
business? I don't know.

I've had several consultations with mr Carter
since then, but we can't get to the bottom of it.

And how much did
these consultations cost?

Oh, he's not
charging me for them.

Mr Carter feels an obligation to
help restless spirits find peace.

I think this unfinished business
has something to do with Hong Kong.

Why do you say that? Because we
left Hong Kong under a bit of a cloud.

I was young and I wasn't told very
much, but I remember my mother

saying that there were all sorts of accusations flying
around about my dad's business being dodgy, somehow.

Dodgy how?

Dad always shrugged it off,
said there was nothing to it.

But when we moved back
here, my mother was diagnosed

with cancer and my dad
retired, so he could look after her.

Whatever is disturbing him
has to be to do with Hong Kong.

But unfinished business could also refer
to a personal matter, though, couldn't it?

Yes, I suppose it could, but I
have no idea what that could be.

My dad didn't have much of a
personal life after my mother died.

And this was the family home?

And your father's body
was found in the study?

Yes, I found him.

Thank you.

Has anything changed in
here since it happened? No.

I occasionally have to go through
files for something, home insurance

papers or whatever, but
otherwise, it was dad's space.

He didn't like us
to come in here.

And your father's
body was found where?

Erm... over there, in front of the desk. You
were still living here at the time, weren't you?

Yeah. Dad liked company.

Although, that
night, I'd been out.

I had a boyfriend at the time in
north London and I'd stayed there.

When I came home in
the morning, I found him.

There couldn't have been
anybody else in the house?

No. Penny had moved into her own
place a few months earlier. Penny?

Miss Anderson's sister.
Adopted sister, yeah.

You and penny are
close? Very close.

About these keys, the crime scene report
said there were a lot of keys on the floor.

Dad liked to keep his keys in one of
those old-fashioned leather pouches.

Aside from the house and the
car, there were keys for the desk

over there and some
of these antique boxes.

None of them were ever used, but
dad liked to keep them all in one place.

So the thief tried out all the
keys, but nothing was stolen?

Not as far as I could tell.
The boxes were already empty

and the paperwork in the
desk seemed complete.

Well, there's things in here must
be worth a few Bob in their own right.

Nothing was missing? The police assume that dad
must have disturbed him before he had the chance.

You really believe that this Sebastian Carter
character is in touch with your father's spirit?

Yes, mr halford.
That is what I believe.

According to the original investigation, Vicky's
alibi for the night of the burglary was watertight.

And there was no
motive. Except money.

She did get a nice big house out of it. Yeah, but
look at the place, it's like a shrine to her dad.

Ok... hold on, hold on.

Penny Anderson's real father was a man called John
plummer, who had a construction company in Hong Kong.

Ha! What?

Well, he had a construction
company and his name was plummer?

Forget about it. Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, he was imprisoned
in '97, for conspiring to defraud

the Chinese government, to
the tune of several million quid.

The money was never recovered

and he died in
Victoria prison in '99.

Well, we can scratch his
name from the list of suspects.

What suspects? We
haven't even got a crime!

There was the break-in, Jack,
and a possible murder rap.

The break-in was
probably random.

Douglas Anderson disturbs a burglar,
a fight ensues, his heart gives out.

It's happened before. I
want to see Carter again.

What about? I think there's
something going on there.

The man's a fraud. Not
necessarily. Spare me.

You two go and speak to penny
Anderson. And ask her what?

I want to know more about this fraud
in Hong Kong, cos if several million

quid disappeared, then maybe Douglas
Anderson was involved somehow.

Maybe that's what the intruder
was looking for. Clutching at straws.

Got something
better to do, Jack?

Your real name is guy Thomas and you have prior
convictions for possession of class a drugs.

That was before
the call. What call?

The re-awakening. The emergence.

There are many
different names for it.

The realisation of my psychic
gifts. And this "re-awakening"

presumably took place in 2004,
while you were attending a three-day

residential course in watford,
entitled 'novice clairvoyancy'.

That was a happy coincidence, wasn't it? Fortunately,
mr Lane, not everyone's as cynical about my gift.

How did you know about the keys?
Keys? You said Anderson was holding a key.

Indeed. Does that mean something to
you? What do you know about Hong Kong?

What is this, a general
knowledge quiz?

He worked in Hong Kong.
Apparently, he left under a cloud.

I make it a firm policy to know as little as
possible about my clients or their families.

The less I know, the less I am prone
to interpret the messages they receive.

Everything you told Victoria
Anderson, you got from the ghost...

"Ghost" is not a term we enjoy.

But, yes. I don't think so.

I think you know something about that burglary.
I think whatever the burglar was looking for,

he didn't find. Now you're trying to con
Vicky Anderson into telling you where it is.

Oh, I think that's a very elaborate
theory. I'm going to prove it.

Do you know what I think,
detective superintendent?

I think you need
me to be a fraud.

Because, if I am, then you won't have to
believe that your father is very disappointed

the way you've
treated your brother.

But, whether you
believe me or not...

..We both know it's true.

When I was three years old, my mother took a trip back
to gansu province, on the mainland, to see relatives.

She never came back.

Apparently, she had
run into an old boyfriend

and started up with him again
and I've never heard from her since.

My father was friendly with Douglas Anderson, so I ended
up being sent away to school in england with Vicky.

We became very close and, when my father was
arrested and imprisoned, the Andersons took me in.

My father died a couple of years later and Douglas
made the adoption official for legal reasons.

Do you know what your
father was arrested for?

Some kind of fraud.

I was away at school when it happened, and I'd
appreciate it if you didn't mention it around here.

This company takes
family history very seriously.

Did you ever visit your
father in prison? No.

By the time a-levels were over, the Andersons had moved
back to the UK, just ahead of the handover in July.

So the last time you
saw him? Kai tak airport.

He gave me a hug and put me on the
plane for the start of the summer term.

Did you have any contact
with him after his arrest?

Letters? No.

Look, I appreciate you taking my sister
seriously with all this psychic business, but...

You don't think we
should? Well, do you?

Listen, thank you for your time.
Look, I'd never say this to Vicky,

but she's been seeing people
like this since her mother died.

You and I know they're all frauds, but she gets
some comfort from it and that's fine with me.

I feel partly
responsible for this one.

Vicky met this Sebastian Carter
at a dinner I was supposed to go to.

I had too much work on, so Vicky
took my place at the last minute.

So, if there's a way you can make
this go away without hurting Vicky,

I'd be very grateful. And you're not interested
in what happened to your adopted father?

I know what happened.

He surprised a burglar
and suffered a heart attack.

I'd rather not drag up the past
on the say-so of some psychic.

Oh, the unopened box.

Do you have any
ideas about that?

I'm sorry? The burglar used
the keys to open various boxes

and what-have-you that were in
the study, but there was one box,

black and gold with figurines,
for which there was no key.

Oh. I didn't know that.

I have no idea, I'm afraid.

Oh, don't worry. Thank you.

What was all that
about an unopened box?

It came to me
in a vision, Gerry.

What exactly are you
playing at? Playing at?

Yeah, you and
Sebastian Carter. Who?

I don't believe he's a real psychic,
Tom, so how did he know about you?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Stay away from me.

I see you took the dog
for a walk in the park today.

I take the dog for a walk in
the park every day. Wrong!

I do. I mean, that's
not how I knew.

Cold reading.

You see, I'm deducing details
about you from tiny subtle clues.

A little bit of dried mud on the heel of your
shoe, the dog hairs on the bottom of your trousers.

That and the fact that I told you
I'd taken him not 20 minutes ago.

Now, you're a confident person, but sometimes
you worry about the way others see you.

Well, everybody
does, don't they?

Your favourite
colour's green. Blue.

You spend a lot of time
inside your own head.

You'd like to get more out of life, but there's
a sense that something's holding you back.

Somebody. The skin on
your hands is dry and cracking.

You don't own a dishwasher, do
you? You've always refused to buy one.

You're not a vain
woman. Careful!

Outward appearances
aren't important.

The make-up inexpertly applied.

You don't spend a lot of money
at the hairdressers, do you?

And you're left handed, which accounts for
the nails on that hand being slightly uneven.

No, they're not. Oh, I
suppose they are a bit.

How did I do?

Can I have a go? I deduce that
you had a very big lunch today.

Ha-ha! Wrong! Sandwiches!

That's a shame...

Cos you're not
getting any supper.

Thanks, Nigel, that's great.

Oh, yeah, I will.

Yeah. Ta-ra.

Well, apparently John plummer's construction
company had a contract to build a new admin

building in Hong Kong for the
incoming Chinese government.

But plummer cooked the books and got
caught - and the money was never recovered.

The Chinese accused one
of their own - a man called

lau cheung - of conspiring
with plummer from the inside.

Now lau cheung was arrested at the same time as
plummer, but was sent to su chou prison on the mainland,

which apparently is horrible. There's no way
of knowing if this lau cheung is still alive.

And Douglas Anderson? Well, officially, there
was nothing to connect Anderson with the fraud.

They're hot on that stuff over there,
but couldn't find anything. Unofficially?

Well, unofficially, they were
sure that a third man was involved,

who made the money disappear,
and although they couldn't prove

that it was Douglas Anderson, my mate says
they never bothered to look at anybody else.

If Anderson took the money, that
was what the burglar was looking for.

We've got a fraud in Hong Kong, which
Douglas Anderson is probably involved with,

along with John plummer,
who is now dead, and lau...

Cheung. ..Cheung -
who knows where he is?

Immigration are checking,
but if he's here illegally...

Even if Anderson did have something to do with the fraud
and even if that was somehow linked to the burglary,

what's the connection with
this Sebastian Carter character?

He's been talking to Vicky Anderson
about an aspect of the crime that

no-one outside the investigation knew about. He's
involved somehow. There is another possible lead.

While plummer was in Nick he
had a cellmate called Simon beswick.

He got out a few years ago and came back here.
I've got an address for him, off Gerard street.

Phone rings

Gerrard street. Chinatown. Detective
superintendent Pullman's phone.

Maybe plummer talked to
beswick about what happened.

And if Anderson is involved in the fraud, maybe beswick
has some of the details. Yeah, thanks very much.

You're never going
to believe this.

Vicky Anderson's house has
just been burgled again. What?

Got up this morning and the
place had been turned over.

Well, that can't
be a coincidence.

This isn't an ordinary burglary, so
I want a full crime scene work-up

and no-one else is to come in or out of
the house till soc get here. Yes, ma'am.

Apparently, the burglar
forced open the kitchen window.

You didn't hear anything? I haven't been
sleeping since mr Carter spoke to my father.

The last few days, I've
been taking sleeping pills.

On prescription?

No. I gave them to her.

They were left over from a
prescription I had a year or so ago.

Have you any idea
what's missing?

It's such a mess. They've broken so many things,
it'll take weeks to work out what's been taken.

If anything. What do you mean?

Well, the rest of the house
was left alone, wasn't it?

As far as I can tell. Well,
jewellery, tvs, DVD players...

It's all there.

Whoever did this was looking
for something in particular.

Probably the same thing that the
previous intruder was after. What?

Well, we were hoping
you might help us with that.

I haven't got the faintest idea.

I think we need to sit down and
have a little chat about Hong Kong.

Coming out at both ends, it was.

I spent three
days in the toilet.

I got quite good at sudoku,

but I never ate octopus again.

I'm a bit worried about Sandra.

What about her?

This Sebastian Carter fellow, he's
really got under her skin, you know.

Don't be ridiculous, Brian. Sandra's
not going to fall for all that nonsense.

I wouldn't be so sure, Jack.

Yesterday, when we were in
his office, he alluded to something

he'd said to her when she went to
see him with Vicky Anderson. What?

Something about her father and her brother,
about her father being disappointed in her.

I asked her about it after,
but she wouldn't say a word.

This brother business has really
knocked her for six, you know.

The cps aren't prosecuting him.

There's nothing
more Sandra could do.

They should both just get on with
their lives, as if they'd never met.

How could Carter
know about any of this?

He didn't know, Brian!
That's what these people do.

They identify a weakness,
then take advantage.

No wonder she was
so keen on this case.

So, she's got to
prove he's a fraud?

Well, what if she can't?

If the four of us can't prove
that this clown isn't getting

his information from
ghosts, we should all...

Retire?

You know what I mean.

Excuse me. We're
looking for Simon beswick.

Gweilo.

Mr beswick? I'm Brian
Lane and this is Jack halford.

We're working with the metropolitan police's
unsolved crime and open cases squad.

Working "with", not for.

We're consultants, if you like.

And if I don't like?

We have some questions
about John plummer.

You shared a cell
with him in Hong Kong.

Bit of a rough
old place, was it?

Victoria prison? Yeah.

This didn't happen
there, though.

Liverpool. 1986.

Don't drink a bottle of scotch and
then get behind the wheel of a car.

I lost two fingers, a brand new Mercedes and
all I had to show for it was a criminal record.

Next question? John plummer
was imprisoned for fraud.

Weren't we all? Did he talk
to you about what he'd done?

I'm sure you know
enough about prisons.

No-one in there had
done anything wrong.

Mr beswick... No,
he didn't talk about it.

Did he mention a
man called lau cheung?

No. Or Douglas Anderson?

No. Did he talk
about his daughter?

No. Yes, he did. A
man in a foreign prison.

You were his cell-mate. Even if he didn't say
what he'd done, he talked about his only daughter.

She never came to see him,
never even wrote him a letter.

You dwell too long on the whys and wherefores of
that situation in a place like that, you go mad.

He missed her. Did he
know where she was?

She was staying with friends.

He was looking forward to
seeing her when he got out.

But that never happened, did it?

Where were you on the
night of march 17th, 2009?

I've absolutely no idea.

What about last night? Why?
What happened last night?

Where were you, mr beswick?

I was here. Upstairs.

There's a bedsit up
there, comes with the job.

Doing accounts for a grocery shop is a
comedown from investment banking, isn't it?

When you've been to prison for fraud,
there's not many banks that'll take you on.

I was in prison with the cousin
of the guy who owns this place.

He put a word in for me.
So you were here last night?

I'm here every night.
What were you doing?

Drinking. Do you do
that every night, as well?

Yes, I do. I'd have thought
you'd have given that up, after...

I gave up driving instead.

Better for the planet.

I'm sorry I don't know more about
my father's business in Hong Kong.

He was a private man and I was young, too young
to have been interested, even if he had told me.

Yeah, he wasn't a criminal.

I don't know what
anyone else has told you,

but my father was a good man.

Yeah, but as you say, neither of you know
enough about his past to be certain of that.

All we have left of
him are memories.

A broken window frame can be fixed and I can
live with the damage to some of his possessions,

but if this investigation is going
to tarnish his memory, then I...

Ok, look, if the guy who killed your
father was specifically targeting him...

We're just looking
for the truth.

And if memory and the truth
turn out to be two different things?

I'd rather have the memory.

I hope Brian and Jack
had more luck than us.

Sebastian Carter's
involved in this somehow.

It doesn't make sense. If he's
trying to con her with all this

psychic stuff, why risk it all by
breaking into the house again?

I know. It doesn't make sense.

Ah, Jack? Yeah, it's me. Nah,
not very good, actually. Excuse me?

Oi! What? Grab the car!

I'll call you back, mate!

All right.

Let's just calm down, ok?

We need to talk to...

Oi!

Shit!

It's ok. I don't think
anything's broken.

Not you, Gerry, the bloody car!

No, the nose was
a bit wider than that.

Yeah. And make the
lips a little bit thinner.

Yeah... what do
you think, Gerry?

I don't know, all I saw
was the bottom of his shoe.

Thanks very much. Well,
that's Simon beswick in the clear.

He's already got a criminal record from the incident
of the drink driving where he lost his fingers,

so we've already got his prints on file,
but they don't match the original burglar's.

Soc come back with anything
from the latest burglary?

A couple of partial ones, from the windowsill
in the kitchen, but they don't match anything

on the database and neither
do they match the first burglary.

So, we've got two burglars?

And neither of them is beswick.

And neither registering
as having a criminal record.

So, either this morning's
was a first-timer...

Or he's never been caught. Or he's
never been caught in this country.

All right, let's get this picture
and the new prints to your mate,

see if he can get someone in Hong Kong to run them
through the system, without taking six months over it.

My auntie Edith used to have
her palm read once a month.

She swore by it.
Oh, it's all a scam.

What's the harm? People
get a bit of comfort out of it.

You try telling Sandra that.

This Sebastian Carter character, he's got her all
worked up about how she's dealing with her brother.

Well, if she wasn't already feeling guilty, it
wouldn't have had any effect on her, would it?

That's as may be, but...
How did he know anyway?

Know what? About
Sandra's brother.

I don't think he
did. Lucky guess.

Oh. Very lucky guess.

No, this is one of the
techniques they use, Esther.

They know that everyone's got
someone in their family who's died,

so they start with that and they build on it,
till they hit something that gets a reaction.

So it's quite clever,
really. It's a scam.

No, I mean, even if they're not what they claim, it's
quite a skill, isn't it, reading people like that?

Well, yeah. As Jack says,
it's not a million miles away

from what we do, is it? You
know, sizing up suspects and so on?

I mean, we call it instinct, but really
it's years of observation and experience.

So, why don't you use it on him?

On Jack? No, on this
Sebastian whatsisname.

Carter? Yeah,
that's it. Use what?

These techniques.

Turn the tables on him.

If you can't find anything that
connects him with any of this...

What? Beat him at his
own game, you mean?

If he's guilty, there are bound to
be signs, if you look hard enough.

A man with your deductive
abilities. Hmm... hm.

No, Brian. Why not? Everything
else in this case so far is a dead end.

We all think Carter's
involved. We just can't prove it.

He's just going to admit
it, if we confront him?

Not exactly, but if we can play him at his
own game, we might turn the tables on him.

We can't just go in there and
use his own tricks to prompt

a confession out of him. He
does this for a living. So do we!

Don't tell me you think
this is a good idea, Jack?

I think it's a daft idea.

And I think it might work.

What Brian's proposing is not very
different from standard interview technique.

Exactly. Let him think we know more than we do.
Yeah, I get it Brian. I just think it's a bad idea.

Are you worried we might discover
that Carter's the real thing? What?

Oh, I see. Cheers, brian(!)

Look, we're worried about
you, Sandra. Don't be.

Whatever he said to you about...
I don't want to talk about it, Jack.

He's a fake. Sorry,
what did I just say?

Hey, the Hong Kong police have got our
burglar's prints on file - one Daniel cheung.

As in? As in the son of lau cheung,
who was done for fraud with plummer.

Entered the country two weeks
ago, supposedly on holiday.

Out of the frame
for the first burglary.

Different fingerprints. Anyway, it's
confirmed he was in Hong Kong at the time.

Where is he now? Well, he gave
immigration an address in Chinatown.

Now the local boys said they can lay on a team to
nab him, but they want you there to make the ID.

We've managed to borrow these
glasses from counter-terrorism.

There's a hidden camera
built into the frame.

Right, make sure you get a
good look at everyone in there?

Hold them, as long as you can.
When you see your man, shout out.

Yuen will stay with him, so we
can nab him when he comes out.

Aren't you going to send any men in? No, we've
got a few operations going on at the moment.

We don't want to spook anyone.

Besides, there might be one or two dog-lovers
in there wouldn't be too pleased to see you.

Sorry. Off you go.

Anything yet? I'd
have said, wouldn't I?

Keep going.

There's a table at
the back, go back!

Which way? Left. Left! Back to
your left. Come on. Get past him.

That was him. I'm
sure that was him.

That's him! That's him!

That's our man. Stay with him.
Target is about to exit the building.

He was with someone. There's an exit at the back.
Have you got someone at the back? Go, go, go!

Daniel cheung, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of burglary.

You don't have to say
anything unless you want to.

You were with someone in there.
Who was it, where did they go?

All right, get him in the Van.

Who were you meeting, mr cheung?

They speak cantonese

I was alone.

Two cups. Do you see?

They speak cantonese

one of them was already
there when I arrived.

There's an awful lot
of change on that bill.

What sort of tea
were you drinking?

They speak cantonese

I'm a big tipper.

You've already been charged with breaking
and entering Vicky Anderson's house.

Plus you assaulted my colleague.

My point is you're in a lot of trouble, mr cheung,
so telling us the truth now can only help you.

I wasn't meeting anyone.

Who are you afraid of?

Not you.

What were you looking for
in Vicky Anderson's house?

Jewellery. Money. Nothing to
do with your father lau cheung,

who's in prison because of a fraud he
perpetrated with John plummer in Hong Kong?

And John plummer is an
associate of Douglas Anderson.

The man whose
house you broke into.

Do you really expect us to believe
that's some sort of coincidence?

Knock on door

for the benefit of the tape,
mr halford and mr Lane

are now entering the room and
have handed me a slip of paper,

which we will
label exhibit jh-1.

I'm showing mr cheung
exhibit jh-1. No need.

That's a list of phone numbers that you've
called from your mobile over the last few days.

And that number there belongs to Sebastian
Carter, and I don't think he speaks Chinese.

They speak cantonese

sorry to waste your time.

At mr cheung's request, the
interpreter has left the room.

My father isn't in prison.

He's dead.

Douglas Anderson killed him,
just as he killed John plummer.

He said he'd call in some favours, pull some strings
to get them off, that they wouldn't go to prison.

And split the money three ways?
He didn't do anything for them.

He didn't even show up in court!

My family lost everything.

My father went
to su chou prison.

Have you any idea
what that prison is like?

The Chinese government
seized everything my father had

and threw my mother
and I onto the street.

And Douglas Anderson
kept all the money?

Who told you all
this? My mother.

Is she still in Hong Kong?

I grew up on the peak,

one of the best
addresses in Hong Kong.

We were a wealthy
family, part of society.

Now my mother lives in a tin shack
in the slum down by the harbour,

with the rats and cockroaches.

This is what Douglas
Anderson did to us.

So you came over
to find the money.

No such luck, eh? What were you
doing hanging around the next day?

Were you going to give it another
go? You called Sebastian Carter.

Where does he
come into all this?

How do you know
Sebastian Carter, mr cheung?

Your father died in prison as a
result of what Douglas Anderson did.

You and your mother were
thrown out onto the street.

Well, a jury is going to understand
the hardship you've been through.

Now, if you've been manipulated,
if you weren't acting alone,

then that just makes
you more sympathetic.

Did Sebastian Carter
put you up to this?

Is that who you're afraid of?

I'm not saying any more.

Well, I reported my
phone stolen a week ago.

Whoever took it must have
made these calls to your mr chen.

Cheung. Cheung.

Sorry, I'm hearing the
name for the first time.

Mobile phone rings

Any chance we could
stop messing about now?

You met with Daniel cheung at a
tea house in Chinatown earlier today.

No. We've got video.

Not of me, you haven't.

I was here with a client.
Ask my receptionist.

Then who was he meeting?
I don't know the man.

Daniel cheung broke into Vicky
Anderson's house at your request.

He called you afterwards. No!

Now I think you
should all just leave.

Nothing more to
say on this subject.

Oh, yes, you do, mr Carter.

Not in so many words maybe, but we both know
you're speaking volumes without saying anything.

Oh, no... now, you cut yourself
shaving this morning, didn't you?

You don't normally
shave yourself, do you?

You go to the barber's. And that's
a fake tan, which needs topping-up.

And when did you last have a manicure? Now, I
notice those shoes have recently been re-soled.

Nice shoes, but why didn't
you just go and get another pair?

Are you on an economy drive?
I understand what you're doing.

What time is it, mr Carter?

Oh, no watch!

You normally wear
one, don't you?

Cos there's a tan line round
your wrist. That's a dead giveaway.

And I bet it was an expensive watch. How
much did the pawnbroker give you for it?

This is ridiculous. Is it? Isn't
this how you make a living?

No, this is cheap theatrics.
Whereas you have a gift? That's right.

You saw Douglas
Anderson's ghost.

I did. And he told you he had unfinished
business. That's right. And he was holding a key.

And he was talking about an
unopened box. Yes. What was it like?

Well, it was... Wooden,
with gold and black lacquer.

You are a liar and a fraud.

There was no unopened
box at the Anderson house.

Well, then I'm confused.

I mean, I can't
always be exactly...

Please don't be
confused, mr Carter.

There was no box
because I made it up.

I told penny Anderson
it was significant

in the hope that that information
would crop up again somewhere else.

And lo and behold...

It wasn't about the money.

Revenge, then? My real
father suffered an injustice.

During the
commission of a crime.

Douglas Anderson left
my father to die in prison.

He also took you in and
treated you as his own daughter.

Whereas your real father's actions
could have put you in an orphanage.

How long have you
known about Hong Kong?

A couple of years.

The company I work for, their
head office is in Hong Kong.

They had some dealings with my
father's construction company years ago

and I was asked to dig out the particulars of
one of these deals from the computer archive.

I found copies of memos
my father had written.

It was...

It was like I could hear his
voice again after all these years.

I started digging and I followed a trail
of newspaper articles and court reports

until I had uncovered the truth.

So then you broke into the house
in knightsbridge looking for clues

as to where Douglas Anderson
may have hidden the money.

That's right. What happened?

Douglas... dad
found me in the study.

I confronted him about
what had happened

and what I'd found out.

It must have been
too much for him.

He... his, um...

He, his heart, it, um...

It's all right. You
can stop there.

Are you ok?

Right, let's start from
the beginning, shall we?

Preferably with a version of the
story that's at least plausible this time.

Douglas Anderson's involvement in
this fraud was never proved, penny.

It didn't appear in the newspaper
articles or the court records of the time.

And his heart gave out as the
result of a struggle with an intruder.

During which he sustained several
blows about the face and body

which were not delivered by a
person of your size and build.

We know that Daniel cheung was in Hong Kong
at the time, so who broke into the house?

We'll come back to that. What's
your relationship with cheung?

I tracked him down in Hong Kong.

His father suffered an even
worse fate than mine did.

Part of that money
belonged to him.

It belongs to the
Chinese government.

And when my colleague told you about the unopened
box, you sent Daniel cheung to burgle the house again.

Did you meet with
him this morning? Yes.

Where? In a tea house.

Tell us about Sebastian Carter.

Vicky fell for all this psychic
nonsense just after her mother died.

I found Carter. He needed money.

I thought if he could persuade her that her father was
talking to him, she'd open up a dialogue with Carter

and he'd be able to find the
location of the money from her.

Assuming she knew it. She
knew. I don't think she does.

Your scheme would
never have worked.

Douglas Anderson wouldn't
have taken that secret to his grave.

Maybe not. But he didn't know
he was going to his grave, did he?

Who broke into the house that
night? I don't know. That's not true.

My life has been a lie.

Douglas Anderson cheated my
father and left him to rot in a prison.

That's not an answer
to the question.

He must have told Vicky where
the money was. What if he didn't?

She knew the truth.

All this time, they were
both laughing at me.

No. At my father.
I don't think so.

And if she didn't know, then she's lost
her father and her sister has betrayed her,

and she doesn't even know why.

There's an awful lot of
red ink in Carter's books.

That's fine. I reckon he must have been counting
on his share of the fraud money to bail him out.

That's not who
penny's protecting.

I wouldn't fancy him in a fight
with Douglas Anderson, anyway.

That's brilliant,
thank you very much.

So what's the
opposite of an alibi?

I don't know. No, neither do
I, but I think I've just heard it.

Penny Anderson reckons she was the one who
met Daniel cheung at the tea house, right?

Well, that was her company
and according to her assistant,

she was at a marketing meeting
in the boardroom till lunchtime.

So who was Daniel
cheung meeting?

Well, not Carter,
and it wasn't penny.

And we know it's not
Simon beswick. Do we?

Plummer was his cellmate. He
could have told him about the fraud

and that Anderson still had the
money and beswick fancied it for himself.

But why would penny
be protecting beswick?

She's put a lot on the line.

I don't see why she'd feel loyalty
towards a man she doesn't know.

No, it can't be beswick.

Both us and the original investigation
ran the prints on the first burglary.

Beswick has a criminal record.
There would have been a match.

Unless they do know each
other. Who? Penny and beswick?

Sandra, what Jack says is
right. The prints don't match.

It's not beswick. It's not
beswick. It never was beswick.

What wasn't? Of course the prints
don't match. God, that's very clever.

What is? There's only one person that penny
could be protecting and it's not beswick.

He's just calling
himself beswick.

We've got him.

He's not here and the bed-sit
upstairs has been cleared out.

Well, as neither of
us speak Chinese,

as far as we can work out, he's
been gone for a couple of hours.

If he knows the others have
been arrested, he might think

this is his last chance to force
Vicky to tell him where the money is.

John plummer,
you're under arrest.

I want my money!

You're not as handy as the
other bloke. Come on, up you get.

We knew penny was protecting
someone but we just couldn't work out who.

You were the only person left
in the mix, but why would penny

protect Simon beswick,
a man she didn't know?

We'd already discounted
Simon beswick because

his fingerprints didn't match those
left at the scene of the burglary.

Then we realised there might be another
reason why the prints didn't match -

you're not beswick.

What happened to him?

He died in prison.

Pneumonia.

It was just about the time the British were
leaving and the Chinese were taking over.

One bureaucracy
supplanting another.

There was enough
confusion that the right bribes

in the right places allowed him
to be buried as John plummer.

So you became beswick, who was
serving a much shorter sentence.

You seem to know all the details.
Do you need me to be here?

I want to know
about the fingers.

I bet you do. Bit of a
desperate measure, wasn't it?

I don't imagine any of you ever saw
the inside of Victoria prison, did you?

It was a hellhole.

Bad enough when
we were running it.

It was only going to get a lot
worse when the Chinese took over.

And I was a gweilo,

a foreigner who'd stolen millions of
dollars from their own government.

The only way I was getting
out of that place was in a box.

And beswick's missing fingers
were noted on his prison file.

Exactly.

I'd managed to squeeze beswick's whole tedious
life story out of him before he croaked.

I knew everything about the man.

But the fingers were
a bit of a giveaway.

How did you...?

One of the machines
in the prison laundry.

And I used a steam-press
to cauterise the wounds.

Gory enough for you?

Take us through the death of
Douglas Anderson, mr plummer.

Yes, that didn't go quite
according to plan. Because he died?

Because the bastard
died before I could kill him.

I broke in that
night with two aims.

Douglas was going to tell me where the
money was and then I was going to kill him.

But best laid
plans and all that.

When Douglas got back,
he found me waiting for him.

I think he was scared.
He should have been.

All that time in prison, this
was all I'd thought about.

I hit him a couple of times
for my own gratification.

I'd no idea he'd
developed a heart problem.

The coward started
turning blue there and then,

so the clock was ticking.

And that's when he
told you about the key?

That's all I could
get out of him.

He kept saying, "the key,
the key," over and over again.

So I got his keys out,

opened everything I could.

Found nothing.

Douglas seemed
to find this funny,

or maybe he was having
some kind of seizure. Either way,

I lost my temper
and hit him again.

And that's when he died.

No remorse? He stole from me.

Then you and penny cooked up
this scheme with Sebastian Carter.

That was penny's bright idea.

I was all for doing a repeat
performance with the girl,

but we couldn't be absolutely sure she
knew where the money was. She didn't.

Apparently not.

So all of this was for nothing.

You win some, you lose some.

What about your daughter, penny?

What about her? You went to
prison, you left her on her own.

I'm sure she had a nice
life with the Andersons.

Which you ripped apart by coming
back and telling her what had happened.

I told her the truth.

And now she faces a prison
sentence because she tried to help you.

Her choice.

That's it? Yeah.

Your only child.

I barely know the girl.

Poor penny.

Given the circumstances, I imagine
the courts will be quite lenient with her.

It's broken, though, isn't
it? Everything. Yes, it is.

What are you going to do?
Are you going to stay here?

I put the house on the
market this morning.

Ah. The contents, everything.

I don't want it. I'm
sorry about your father.

The man everyone's talking about isn't the
man I knew, or the man I want to remember.

Does that make sense?

Yes.

I'm going back to
Australia, to heron island.

All my best memories are
there of him and my mother.

All of us together. And penny.

I'd like her to join me, but...

The noddy tern!

Brian!

The noddy tern!

The key! It's not
a key, it's a cay!

Heron island.

Yes. You say your
family had a home there.

That's right.

Heron island. It's on
the great barrier reef.

It's famously composed of
coral sand, rather than rock.

So what do we call an island
that's composed of coral sand?

A cay. A cay.

C-a-y.

Douglas Anderson
was saying cay, not key!

And that's where the money is.

On heron island? There's a safe.

Dad had it put in when
we left Hong Kong.

But it's not big enough
to hold all that money.

Not the money, maybe,
but the paperwork.

All the details of the bank
account where the money's kept.

We should get the aussie cops to search
that house. It's been there all this time?

He never spent a penny of
it, and he never told anyone.

What was the point?
Why did he do it?

That's the one question
we can't answer.

Maybe my mother knows.

There's a woman in Whitechapel
my mother communicates with.

I should speak
to her before I go.

I'll let you know if
I find anything out.

Well done, Brian.

Poor girl, though,
eh? Sins of the father.

Or three fathers, in this case.

Yeah, well, you can't
choose your family, can...?

Sorry, Sandra. It's all right.

He was a fraud, Sandra.
Sebastian Carter, I mean.

He didn't know anything.
He did, though, didn't he?

It doesn't really matter that he
wasn't communing with the dead.

He was right about
what my dad would think.

The situation with your brother
isn't easy. No, it's not easy.

It's not meant to be easy, Jack.

Whatever you think I've done
now... You haven't done anything.

My father had an affair with
your mother. Now, I don't like that,

but then I don't suppose he
was doing it to gain my approval.

None of this is your fault is
actually what I'm trying to say.

I know that.

Yeah.

If you don't want to have anything
to do with me, I understand.

I'm not much of a family person.

Was he a nice guy?

I think so, yeah.

Well, that's something, then.

There's a pub at
the end of your road.

Yes.

Can I buy you a drink?

Yes, you can.

Do you want to come in?

I'm not sure how this
is going to work out.

Me, neither.
That's ok, isn't it?

I think it'll have to be.

♪ It's all right it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

♪ we're gettin' to
the end of the day. ♪

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